Life Without Praising

'What is special in this world? I'm tired of it!' I often say within 'Beautiful and full of merriment' I never realized. I got a phone call from a friend to meet at club, zealous to have the zest of the day I dashed in as object being controlling by air, to change my cloth Heaven sent, the heavens opened I sat upon a settee, waiting for the rain to stop Sea rise a mountain, flood waters ubiquitous Floor is swallowing houses it has heist many properties Like-wise peoples have wounded, Stream dripped down my cheek A traumatic experience this is!, My heart thudded, nearly separated from chest I screamed loudly 'Ha! It is a dream,' I was on the settee Waiting for rain to cut off Ho! Life without praising the lord is an empty life